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“Is it true you used to be called Therion?”
Teri Albright, famed actor and one-time thief (at least, that anyone could prove), paused, name half-signed on the poster in front of him. “It’s been a long time since I heard that name,” he said wryly. “Where did you pick that up?”
“Mama said she knew you.” The young woman in front of him cocked her head to the side, hands on her hips. It was a familiar posture. A familiar confidence.
Therion’s surprise shifted into horror. “Dear gods. Tressa reproduced?”
“That’s pretty rude,” the woman said. “I’m Noa Colzione.”
Teri’s lips curled up into a cocky smirk. “I’m aware,” he said, and handed the young woman her wallet. She gaped at him, clearly deeply offended. “Check the coin pocket. Cyrus will want to have you ‘round for dinner.”
“Suuure,” Noa said. “Cyrus will.”
“That is what I said. I, on the other hand, have been enjoying my time unplagued by peppy merchants divesting poor, hard working thieves of anything of value.”
“That’s not how mama puts it.”
“She’s a dirty liar.”
“That’s what she said about you.” Noa was looking more and more eager. “But she never tells me any of the good stuff. Was Grampa Leon honest about the pirates?”
Teri laughed. “Dinner,” he promised, finishing off his signature. “Soon as I’m done with the line. Address is in there. You can let yourself in… assuming your mother taught you all my old tricks?”
“Of course,” Noa said, and handed Teri his wedding ring. He laughed.